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"How is everything, Susan?" called out Captain Seth; "'bout time for Eph to be gitt'n' in?" "Yes," she answered, nodding and smiling, and pointing with a pea-pod; "that's our boat, just coming up to the wharf, with her peak down."
"There's the hog in the fence, Merry; what's yer dad goin' t' say" "About what?" "About our gitt'n' married this spring." "I guess you'd better find out what I'm a-goin' t' say, Lime Gilman, 'fore you pitch into Dad." "I know what you're a-goin' t' say." "No, y' don't." "Yes, but I do, though." "Well, ask me, and see, if you think you're so smart. Jest as like 's not, you'll slip up."
The old man died owning nothing but the house, an' that left the old lady t' rustle f'r her livin'. Dummed if she ain't sandy as old Sand. They're gitt'n' along purty " The whistle blew for brakes, and, seizing his lantern, the brakeman slammed out on the platform. "Tough night for twisting brakes," suggested Albert, when he came in again. "Yes on the freight." "Good heavens! I should say so.
The old man died owning nothing but the house, an' that left the old lady t' rustle f'r her livin'. Dummed if she ain't sandy as old Sand. They're gitt'n' along purty " The whistle blew for brakes, and, seizing his lantern, the brakeman slammed out on the platform. "Tough night for twisting brakes," suggested Albert, when he came in again. "Yes on the freight." "Good heavens! I should say so.
The man started violently and turned round, his hands full of papers, which he had taken from one of the drawers. He changed color when he saw "the city gal," as he invariably termed Hilda, and he answered sullenly, "Gitt'n someth'n for Uncle." "That is not true," said Hildegarde, quietly, "I have heard your uncle expressly forbid you to go near that desk. Put those papers back!"
He took up one of the absurd little lamps and tried to get more light out of it. "Dummed if a white bean wouldn't be better." "Spit on it!" suggested Albert. "I'd throw the whole business out o' the window for a cent!" growled the man. "Here's y'r cent," said the boy. "You're mighty frisky f'r a feller gitt'n' off'n a midnight train," replied the man, as he tramped along a narrow hallway.
"We begin to feel's if we was gitt'n' a home f'r ourselves; but we've worked hard. I tell you we begin to feel it, Mr. Butler, and we're goin' t' begin to ease up purty soon. We've been kind o' plannin' a trip back t' her folks after the fall ploughin's done." "Eggs-actly!" said Butler, who was evidently thinking of something else.
When she was halfway she stopped, and said mournfully: "Marse Tom, I nussed you when you was a little baby, en I raised you all by myself tell you was 'most a young man; en now you is young en rich, en I is po' en gitt'n ole, en I come heah b'leavin' dat you would he'p de ole mammy 'long down de little road dat's lef' 'twix' her en de grave, en "
It was the memory of this homelessness, and the fear of its coming again, that spurred Timothy Haskins and Nettie, his wife, to such ferocious labor during that first year. "'M, yes; 'm, yes; first-rate," said Butler, as his eye took in the neat garden, the pig-pen, and the well-filled barnyard. "You're gitt'n' quite a stock around yeh. Done well, eh?" Haskins was showing Butler around the place.
"Is that gentleman sick?" asked the younger commercial man, wishing Miss Garnet to know what a high-bred voice and tender heart he had. "Who? numb' elevm? Humph! he ain't too sick to be cross. Say he ain't sleep none fo' two nights. But he's gitt'n' up now."
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